World of Cultivation - Chapter 753

[Chapter 753 Magic Weapon Parts]

Zuo Mo was very surprised by Xi Xuan’s attitude, but he soon understood Xi Xuan’s thoughts. Just like for Mo Yunhai, the key to restraining the Kunlun Heavenly Ring is Xi Xuan, and for Xi Xuan, they can choose only one ally in the world of self-cultivation, and that is Mo Yunhai.

After reading Xixuan’s magic formula, Zuo Mo also understood why Xixuan didn’t keep it at all. No wonder it is said that the authentic power of the Five Elements is the [Anti-Five Elements Divine Art] created by Shuangyu. In Zuo Mo’s view, Xi Xuan’s [Five Elements Divine Art] is quite satisfactory and lacks any bright spots. If an ordinary sect created this divine art, it would be quite rare, but with its status as one of the four major sects of Xixuan, creating such divine art shows how much they withered.

However, with emotion, Zuo Mo didn’t help them improve the magic formula. He didn’t dare to underestimate the heritage of such a thousand-year-old faction. The rotten boat still has three-point nails. Once they are given time, who knows if they will be able to relax?

The mighty Xi Xuan would never be content to be Mo Yunhai’s ally.

After thinking for a moment, he called the two masters and handed the jade slip to them.

Disdain appeared on the faces of the two masters, and they couldn’t see this level of magic. Few people knew that Mo Yunhai’s magic was not just one type. After all, everyone’s cultivation foundation was completely different, and Zuo Mo’s camp had a large number of cultivators and demons.

Based on Zuo Mo’s [Mo Yun Shen Jue], many other branches have been developed. As for Zuo Mo himself, he encouraged this kind of re-creation, and even helped them perfect the divine art without hiding anything.

In this atmosphere, the two masters were well-informed and had a very deep understanding of divine power, and they did not like ordinary divine arts.

“Xixuan has really fallen, and the level of this divine art is just that.” Master Sun Bao said unceremoniously.

Ji Wei smacking his lips: “It would be great if we could get the magic of Kunlun and Tianhuan, they still have some good stuff.”

Hearing that the two masters under his command were quite contemptuous of the world, Zuo Mo couldn’t help but smile, and then asked, “Would two months be enough time to design a divine outfit with Xi Xuan’s divine power?”

“Two months?” Sun Bao snorted disapprovingly: “Half a month, only half a month!”

“Half a month?” Zuo Mo looked suspicious.

Sun Bao caught Zuo Mo’s skeptical gaze, and jumped up as if insulted: “If you don’t believe me, Lao Sun would like to make a military order!”

Ji Wei, who was beside him, also blushed and had a thick neck, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Zuo Mo was also taken aback by the reaction of the two of them. These guys are so arrogant, but his attention was quickly attracted by half a month: “If that’s the case, by August next year, it will be possible to refine it. How many kits?”

Sun Bao pondered: “It depends on how to refine it. If you refine it with all your strength, there will be no problem with 50,000 or 60,000 pieces, but that means letting go of other tasks.”

“What about without affecting other tasks?” Zuo Mo continued to ask.

“Twenty or thirty thousand pieces.” Master Sun Bao breathed a sigh of relief, he didn’t want to waste time refining these divine costumes. In the world of divine power, there are countless mysteries waiting for him to explore.

“Is there a big order?” Ji Wei suddenly asked.

“Well, in August next year, how much will Xi Xuan want to refine.” Zuo Mo nodded.

Sun Bao immediately asked, “How much is the price?”

Ji Wei’s attention was also attracted to the country, and the eyes of the two were sparkling. Although the Golden Crow Camp dominated the entire economic lifeline of Mo Yunhai, their consumption was equally astonishing. Zuo Mo’s annual investment in the Golden Crow Camp can be said to be generous. Various high-end materials and various schemes are tried, and they are left to toss.

It was thanks to Zuo Mo’s investment at all costs that the Golden Crow Camp became as powerful as it is today. It can be seen from the flame used in the refiner. The fourth-grade Golden Crow Fire, which was only available to the core members in the past, has now been extended to the standard equipment of those peripheral members of the Golden Crow Camp.

As long as you are willing to enter these peripheral institutions, you will send the Golden Crow Fire.

And these Golden Crow fires are all collected and extracted by the Golden Crow Great Array. Although they are not as expensive as before, they are still valuable. Promotions like this cost a lot, but Zuo Mo has no complaints about such investment.

This directly led to the madness of the cultivators from all over the world pouring into Mo Yunhai.

Later, in order to curb this loss, Kunlun Tianhuan had to improve the treatment of such cultivators. But Mo Yunhai has gathered a large number of refiners. Fourth-grade Golden Crow Fire, how many people have earned it all their lives, but they can’t earn it.

The Golden Crow Camp is a veritable gold-devouring beast. The two masters are extremely sensitive to price and profit.

“The price depends on your design costs, and the profit is initially set at 200%.” Zuo Mo opened his mouth, and the demeanor of a profiteer was immediately revealed.

Master Sun Bao is extremely proficient in refining tools, and his mouth quickly said: “The cost of a set of magical equipment is about fifty seventh-grade spar. Two hundred percent of the profit is one hundred and fifty seventh-grade spar. Crystal. Well, almost, the power of the divine suit should be able to reach 80% of our Mo Yun series.”

Ji Wei’s eyes lit up, and his breathing was a little short: “Big business! If there are 20,000 pieces, it is 2 million seventh-grade spar. No, we must at least make more than 30,000 sets!”

“There is no way to increase the output.” Sun Bao thought for a while, and said quickly: “There are many low-level refiners who have the Golden Crow Fire. We can let them refine the rough embryo of the god armor first, which can save a lot of effort. Our Shenhuo Pool is also about to take shape, and it will be able to play a role at that time, and the cycle can also be shortened, so it is calculated. The output should be able to reach 40,000 sets!”

“Four million seventh-grade spar!” Even Ji Wei, who was accustomed to seeing large-scale writing, couldn’t help but exclaimed, gasping for air.

This is a scary number!

If it spreads out, it can immediately blow up the entire cultivation world.

Zuo Mo’s face also flushed red, but he didn’t get carried away by the huge number, he said: “Let’s not want spar, we want the material directly. The spar is depreciating, and the price of the material is constantly rising. Now, let’s I want to empty Xi Xuan’s family.”

Sun Baojiwei nodded desperately.

Since entering the Age of Divine Power, the function and value of spar has been declining, and it is no longer necessary for people to cultivate. The greatest value of spar lies in the spiritual power it contains. However, in the age of divine power, people’s greatest need is divine power, not spiritual power anymore.

On the contrary, because of the war, the prices of various materials have risen very sharply.

In particular, high-quality materials have risen sharply, almost one price per day. If it wasn’t for Zuo Mo and the others who secretly evacuated the Zen Treasure Pavilion of the Xuankong Temple, and all the high-quality materials accumulated in the Xuankong Temple for thousands of years fell into his hands, he would not be able to afford such terrifying expenses of the Golden Crow Camp.

Gongsun Cha’s [Allure] and Biehan’s [Arsonist] used most of the high-grade materials from this.

Zuo Mo has never made another magic weapon. It’s not because he can’t make it, but because he is simply unable to make it. Every piece of magic weapon is piled up with countless high-quality materials, which are invaluable.

At once refining two magical weapons, almost squandering Mo Yunhai’s high-quality materials.

Even Kunlun and Tianhuan didn’t dare to make divine weapons at will.

The magic weapon equipment is the artifact of this era, and it almost represents the highest peak of refining in this era.

Zuo Mo thought carefully about refining [Allure] and [Arsonist], because Agui also has a magical weapon. That gray bone armor, Zuo Mo named it [Undead Ghost]. And Zuo Mo also has anti-dragon claws and three thousand trouble threads. Although they are not as good as magic weapons, they can also be compared to quasi magic weapons.

Zuo Mo believes that [Allure] and [Arsonist] have a greater effect on Mo Yunhai.

However, four million seventh-grade spar is enough to make a magic weapon!

The excitement of the three facing this number can be imagined.

“I’ll leave this to you.” Zuo Mo said.

Sun Baoteng got up and said excitedly: “Don’t worry, my lord, this subordinate will never let one of these four million crystals slip away!”

Ji Wei also nodded again and again.

“Well, I can rest assured that you are doing things. But you must keep it confidential, and don’t let others find out too early.” Zuo Mo instructed.

The two responded quickly, and after they said that, they left impatiently and left.

With such a large-scale action, it is impossible for others to not notice it at all. Today’s Mo Yunhai is already full of sentries from all sides. The clean-up work has been going on, but these spies are like grass that can’t be burned by a wildfire.

As long as you don’t expose it too early, it doesn’t matter.

Seeing the two leave, Zuo Mo’s gaze involuntarily turned to the divine weapon part shaped like a branch.

An inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to feel his emotions. A Gui appeared silently behind Zuo Mo in the dark.

The scars on Ah Gui’s face have disappeared now, and his face is exactly the same as what Zuo Mo had seen before. His face was still expressionless, and the lines on his forehead were very clear.

Her undead power is becoming more and more unfathomable.

“I’m fine.” Zuo Mo turned around and smiled at Agui, then rubbed Agui’s hair.

Ah Gui’s empty eyes softened a little.

“Let’s go, accompany me to have a look.” Zuo Mo took Ah Gui and walked towards the corner. The empty corner suddenly lit up with light, and Zuo Mo and Ah Gui in the light immediately disappeared.

Zuo Mo and Ah Gui appeared in a secret room.

In this secret room, there are many sundries piled up. Many of these debris have traces of burns and damage, and they all look old.

At the end of the secret room, there is a helmet.

The helmet has a dull luster, dozens of slender bone spurs, and the back of the helmet is fan-shaped, and on the top of the helmet, a thin blade in the shape of a blood-colored moon bud extends from the forehead to the back of the head.

This is another part of the divine weapon equipment that his father refined, which was hidden in the Zen Treasure Pavilion of the Hanging Temple, and finally fell into Zuo Mo’s hands. What was piled up in this secret room was the things that the Hanging Temple looted from his house back then.

When Zuo Mo approached, the dull helmet suddenly lit up with a soft light.

Zuo Mo was stunned, his heart moved, and he took out the branch-shaped magic weapon part.

The helmet hummed, and dozens of slender tentacles trembled together, releasing a more blazing light.

Zuo Mo suddenly felt a pain in his hand, and he involuntarily let go.

The branches turned into a stream of light, like a homing bird, flying towards the radiant helmet.